Hello, all! Sore today from cutting and burning wood scraps yesterday, sweeping the barn floor, and ripping apart an old wooden box to throw in the fire... and breaking apart the very strong old cabinet my old fish tank used to sit on. Happy to start my spring cleaning, but why does it always have to hurt?
For the first time in a very long time I have posted a poem. Please give it a read if you have some free time...
https://gayauthors.org/story/headstall/headstallsreflections/93
The Demon King
A big black crow landed near
Staring me in the eye
Bold he was, showing no fear
And startling me with his cry
Who was he to yell at me?
Not once, not twice, but thrice
I stared back, hoping he'd flee
But would settle for him being nice
He cocked his head, eyes now glowing red
Hopping not once, not twice, but thrice
Again, screeching like the dead
Insisting only my leaving would suffice